A turn of the tables:
So, long story short, the husband and I can't have a Miata, husband's depressed, his best friend bought a Miata in November, husband is infatuated with Miata.
Onward.
I don't like working on cars, it makes me uncomfortable and I don't get those warm gushy feelings it seems everyone else gets when working on cars. I straight up just do not like working on cars. I made this clear to my husband when the Maita showed up in the driveway. I said I'll turn a wrench once so it doesn't look like I'm a total shiny happy person.
The first time the husband and I see the Miata, my husband and his friend spent a good 20-30 min guilt tripping me and I finally tightened a bolt, just so they would leave me alone. No gushy feelings.
The next time we go over to their house, I downright refuse to work on the Miata. When we leave, my husband gives me a lecture on how I am an shiny happy person and they are our best friends and blah blah blah. I became a space cadet at that point.
The husband went over there yesterday and got to work on the Miata and loved every minute of it. He came home and just went on about how fun it is and the noises it makes, etc. I didn't really care.
Late last night he decided inquire about why I didn't care, what my problem was with the Miata, and why I have a grudge against a Miata. I told him that I don't care about the Miata, there is nothing exciting about it. He says well maybe I would feel different if I would just drive it. I tell him no.
I feel like my husband is making a bigger deal out of this than I am. I felt that I voiced my feeling on the subject and that everyone should respect that.
Am I being an shiny happy person? Or is everyone making a big deal out of this?
Maybe when the day comes I have my own Miata, I will feel differently, but for the moment I don't like working on other peoples' cars.